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Chapter 2: Thorn The boy in my card

Word Count: 2,802 Rating: PG Summary: Briar Yui Discovers her card is a boy?!

Briar left the small card shop, her new card tucked safely into her jacket pocket as she wandered out of the town. She glanced around, soaking in her new surroundings, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the simple card she had just purchased. She pulled it out, turning it over in her hands, staring at the single word: "Rose." Curious and unsure of what it could do, Briar stepped to the side of the road and, with a hesitant breath, called out the card’s name.

“Rose!”

There was a sudden puff of smoke, and Briar waved her hand in front of her face, coughing as the thick cloud surrounded her. She squinted through the haze, expecting a flower, a perfume bottle, or maybe even some kind of effect to emerge from the card. Instead, a boy appeared. Not a monster, not a spell—an actual boy, about her age, though an inch shorter. Briar blinked in confusion, her eyes widening as the smoke cleared and she got a better look at him.

The boy had jet-black hair, peach-colored skin, and gold eyes that gleamed with an almost mischievous excitement. Briar noticed faint scars scattered across his body and clothes that seemed to fit a peasant's style, with a rose motif woven throughout his outfit. He was looking at her as though he’d just met an old friend. Briar, however, was anything but at ease.

“What the…?” she muttered, stepping back instinctively, her heart racing. She was expecting anything but a human figure to pop out of her card.

The boy smiled brightly, as if completely unfazed by her reaction. “It’s been a while since I’ve been outside. The game’s changed a lot,” he said, his voice filled with awe as he glanced around at the world beyond the card.

Briar frowned, backing up further. “Where did you come from?” she asked nervously. “What are you?”

The boy ignored her questions, continuing to take in his surroundings. Briar’s confusion deepened as she considered the possibility that he might be some kind of deity, a powerful being sealed within the card. Her mind raced with the thought of accidentally summoning something beyond her control.

She scrambled backward, trying to crawl away, but before she could get far, the boy appeared in front of her, his expression playful yet determined. “Where are you going?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Away from you!” Briar replied, her voice shaking. “I didn’t sign up for this! I bought a card, not a—whatever you are.”

He chuckled softly, his gold eyes twinkling with amusement. “You bought me,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’m a powerful spell card, and you’re going to need my help.”

Briar shook her head, her heart pounding in her chest. “No, I didn’t. I bought a card that said ‘Rose,’ not a boy. And I definitely don’t need your help.”

The boy only laughed as Briar turned and ran. She sprinted through the small town and out into the wilds of the island, desperate to distance herself from the strange boy who had emerged from her card. Hours passed, and as the sun began to set, Briar found herself at the edge of a dense forest. She set up camp, sitting down to eat a meager meal, trying to calm her frayed nerves.

“I can just buy a new starter card tomorrow,” Briar muttered to herself. “I’ll forget all about this weird ‘Rose’ card.”

But as she took her first bite of food, the scent of her meal attracted unwanted attention. From the shadows, a group of rough-looking duelists emerged. They were older, tougher, and their intentions were clear. Bandits.

“Hand over your money, girl,” one of them growled, pulling out a jagged, rusted knife.

Briar’s heart dropped as she stood up, backing away slowly. “I don’t want any trouble,” she said, her voice shaking. “Just leave me alone.”

But the bandits weren’t interested in talking. One of them lunged forward, trying to snatch Briar’s bag, and she bolted. Her heart raced as she dodged between trees, but the bandits were faster, and soon she was cornered, trapped against the trunk of an enormous oak.

Just as the lead bandit reached out to grab her, a thunderous roar echoed through the forest. Briar looked up in horror as a massive, grotesque beast burst through the underbrush. It was covered in thick, thorny vines, its body twisting and writhing like a monstrous plant. The creature stood at least ten feet tall, its eyes glowing a deep crimson as it let out a menacing snarl. Its body was composed entirely of dark, thorn-covered branches that coiled and snapped like the tails of serpents.

The bandits froze in terror as the creature towered over them. One of them hesitated, their eyes wide with fear, but the leader sneered and drew a sword, its rusted blade glinting in the dying light. "It’s just a monster card," he muttered, trying to sound brave. "We can take it."

With a blood-curdling roar, the beast lunged at the attackers. Its thorny tendrils lashed out, whipping through the air like razors. The bandits barely had time to react as the first of them was slashed across the chest, his armor offering no protection against the razor-sharp vines. He screamed, dropping to the ground as the thorns tore through his clothing and skin. Another bandit tried to strike at the beast with his sword, but the creature's vines wrapped around the weapon, snapping it in two as if it were nothing more than a twig.

The bandits scrambled backward, their bravado crumbling as the beast unleashed its fury. One by one, they turned and fled into the woods, leaving their fallen comrades behind. The thorny creature didn’t give chase. Instead, it stood tall, its crimson eyes scanning the clearing before turning its gaze to Briar.

Panting, Briar tried to climb up a nearby tree, but her foot slipped, and she fell, hitting her head on a low-hanging branch. Dizzy and disoriented, she called out weakly for help, but before she could hit the ground, she was caught in the monster’s thorny arms. Its jagged exterior softened, the vines retracting as the beast began to shrink and transform.

To Briar’s astonishment, the creature’s body shimmered and morphed, until, standing before her once again, was the boy from before. He held her gently, his expression calm and composed as he lowered her to the ground.

“W-What just happened?” Briar stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. “Who… what are you?”

The boy grinned, brushing a hand gently across the bruise on her forehead. Where his fingers touched, small rose buds bloomed, soothing the pain. “You needed saving,” he said simply. “So I saved you.”

Briar blinked in confusion, still trying to process everything that had just happened. “Why? Why are you helping me?”

The boy smiled softly. “Because you’re my summoner now. And I think we’re going to make a great team.”

Briar stared at him, unsure of what to say. He brushed the dirt off her clothes, dusting her off before stepping back. “Your name’s Briar, right? That’s funny, ‘cause guess what?” He grinned wider. “My name’s Thorn.”

Briar’s cheeks flushed slightly as Thorn’s golden eyes twinkled with amusement. He gave her a small, playful bow, his rose-themed outfit swaying in the evening breeze. “I want to be your spiritual companion,” he declared, his voice full of confidence.

Briar hesitated, still unsure of what she had gotten herself into, but something about Thorn made her feel… safe. Maybe, just maybe, this strange boy could be the ally she never knew she needed.

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Chapter 2: A New Bond

Briar and Thorn made their way to a quieter area of the forest to set up camp. Thorn, ever the gentleman, assisted Briar in walking as she was still sore from her earlier encounter. Briar, still in shock, sat down on a log, her cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and the earlier ordeal. Her mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything that had happened.

“How… how did you wind up in the Rose card?” Briar asked, trying to steady her voice. She glanced up at Thorn, who was busy gathering some fallen branches for their campfire. Thorn’s smile faltered slightly, a shadow of reluctance crossing his face.

“This game can get pretty dangerous,” he replied, his tone evasive. “That’s all I can say.”

Briar’s thoughts drifted back to the thorny beast Thorn had morphed into earlier. “And that thing back there,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “is that what you become?”

Thorn shrugged nonchalantly, plucking some flowers from his skin and removing the vines from his legs. “I can be. That form is known as the Tenebrose Beast. I told you I was a powerful card,” he said with a wink. He began weaving the flowers together, using the petals to gently wipe the blood and dirt from Briar’s face. Briar was still processing everything, and her confusion was palpable.

“Why… why did you say your name was Thorn?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“That’s right! Thorn Levy!” Thorn announced proudly, a wide grin on his face.

“Th-Thorn… why do you want to be my…” Briar hesitated, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. “Companion?”

Thorn moved closer, gently taking her hands in his. “Because you’re my Rose Princess!” he said with enthusiasm. Then he added more seriously, “Well, I don’t have many options, so I’ll take anyone as my summoner. I just want to be your favorite card, the one you call upon. That way, maybe one day… I can go home.”

Briar’s eyes widened. “Go home?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is… is there anything else?”

“No,” Thorn said with a sigh. “I just want to go home. Having a summoner who regards me as a spiritual companion helps.”

Briar swallowed hard, her mind racing with the implications. “Alright, then. If I accept you, will you help me win the game, get cards, duel, and all that?”

“Oh yes! Yes, I will!” Thorn said, standing up enthusiastically before her.

“Alright, what do I have to do?” Briar asked, reaching for her book to check her deck and where to place the card. “Is there a special place for the card?”

“Yes, but there’s something else,” Thorn said, sitting down next to her. He extended his palm, from which a delicate rose began to bloom. He plucked two petals and offered them to her. “If you consume a petal and I consume one, we’ll be bound to each other. This way, I’ll be able to assist you both in and out of battle without you needing to summon my card. I will protect you until the end, and in exchange, I’ll need your help to get home. Sound good?”

Briar hesitated. She didn’t entirely trust Thorn, but he had saved her life, and she was desperate to succeed. “Alright,” she said, “I’ll do it.”

Thorn chuckled softly and ate his petal, and Briar followed suit, swallowing it whole. As soon as she did, she felt a strange sensation. Her black hair began to turn a cloudy white. “What the…? What’s happening?” Briar exclaimed, tugging at her hair in confusion.

Thorn’s hair was changing in a similar fashion, matching hers. “Oh, it’s fine,” he said with a reassuring smile. “It’s just an indication of our bond now.”

Briar looked at him, still bewildered but trying to accept the new reality. “Alright, alright, that’s it, yeah?” she asked nervously. “It… it’ll take some getting used to, but it’s not too bad, I suppose…” She yawned, her exhaustion catching up with her.

Thorn, sensing his summoner’s fatigue, reached out and wrapped her in a blanket made of rose vines. To Briar’s surprise, the blanket was incredibly soft and free of any sharp thorns. “Here you go,” Thorn said gently. “You should get some rest. Don’t worry, I’ll watch over you while you sleep, Rose Princess.”

“H-Hey, don’t call me that,” Briar mumbled as she settled down, her voice barely audible. “It’s just Briar…”

Thorn’s smile widened as he sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye over her. “Goodnight, Briar,” he said softly. As she drifted off to sleep, the events of the day replayed in her mind, but for now, she felt a strange sense of security with Thorn by her side.

[neptune-scythe]

I did a do

[starstruckunknown-princess]

You heard it here first! I’m not just going to lurk on people’s blogs anymore, I’m going to actually post some stuff! 

25 Fluff Pieces for the first 25 Days of December! 

Fluffy moments with 25 of my favorite characters -- including, but not limited to:

Din Djarin

Jaime Lannister

Oberyn Martell

Fred and George Weasley

Sirius Black

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Eddie Munson

And many more!

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Whenever I'm reading fanfiction do you know what really throws me off balance...the use of y/n. Because whenever I read it I don't insert my name or the name of an OC, I read it like "your name" which honestly ruins the immersion and investment I had prior to that in the story. This doesn't stop me reading fanfiction that use that term, but still, just a pet peeve of mine.

[rippersz]

𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆'𝒔 𝑨 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

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Larissa Weems x Reader x Alcina Dimitrescu (NSFW; Double Penetration; Lewd Language; BDSM; Mommy Kink; Breeding; G!P)

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It’s too much. 

It’s way too much.

Too much touching, too much pleasure, too much passion. 

It’s all warm bodies, panting breaths, deep growls, small whimpers, and so much heat that you feel faint with it. They have you stuck in between, held up and hovering over thick thighs while two sets of strong hips alternate powerful thrusts. In and out. In and out. In… out… Easy and light for the two of them as sharp nails leave deep indents in the flesh of your ass, clenching and unclenching. She shoulders most of the weight, the taller of your two lovers, while she takes her fill. Insatiable and dark. Hard, fast, and rough. There’s grunts that pour past your ear and fan against the sensitive skin of your neck, creating the most precious addictive harmony as she scrapes razor-sharp fangs along the soft flesh of your trapezius. Skirting around the very edge of pain. She knows you fear it. She knows you’re waiting. Fortunately, she’s already made up her mind. The feeding will be for another night- or perhaps later, when you’re passed out on the bed between them, plugged to keep the warmth of their cum from spilling out of your pretty body. She’s unbelievably excited about that if the flex of her hips and strong steady hold is anything to go by. It’s a sweet gesture in the long run, keeping you in place so that the woman in front of you, grasping onto your lower thighs, can have an easier time using you for pleasure. 

And she is. Absolutely. 

Larissa’s porcelain skin is flushed pink with desire, spreading all the way down to the milky expanse of her bare chest. She’s huffing, her beautiful red lips parted with a sense of disbelief while her eyes, blown dark with an appreciative pupil, lock themselves onto the sensitive place where your bodies meet. She studies your venus mound, the soft curls wetted by your desire, and licks her lips without thought while you watch the hypnotizing roll of her torso. In and out… in and out… smooth and easy and deep enough to make both of you exhale soft moans and whimpers on each thrust. She doesn’t have the stamina Alcina does, but that’s why your draconic lover takes most of the force… and most of the resistance. Their difference in size, in moments like this, is terribly noticeable. You feel it in their hands, in the closeness of their chests and their heights, even while kneeling on the bed, and in the thick of their cocks as they grind into you from both ends. 

Filling all that they can, for all that they’re worth, and enjoying the sounds of your broken cries. 

“P-please- can’t!- Sens-sensitive!” You scream, vision blurring with hot tears as they continue their evil dance. 

Alcina is absolutely fucking punishing. You’re not sure how you’re going to walk comfortably come morning with the way she smacks against your backside. She’s obviously not shy and only finds a sick sort of enjoyment in your answering sobs whenever she whispers how tight you are for her. How desperate. Clenching around both of their lengths like a needy depraved little slut. 

And Larissa, who listens with sharp ears and responds with appreciative moans, can only watch and partake in her own lewd show as she sees the way Alcina hovers over you. Making eye contact with those golden fires, feeling adored beneath the heavy heat that comes with the constant stare your taller lover gives her. Eyes raking over the softness of her breasts, the hickies on the swell of her ribs, the golden curls at the base of her cock… Slightly smaller than Alcina’s, and tinged pink with delight as it moves in and out of you with fervor. Stretching with ease as you take her right to the hilt over and over and over. It feels like a piece of Heaven all on its own, plucked right from the stars, as Larissa looks up from beneath her lashes and bats her eyes at Alcina. Her cock throbs, wild with pleasure, as it fills you swiftly- and she takes that moment to pause. The lull barely has time to confuse you before Larissa is leaning closer, pressing your chests together in warm, hazy damp delight, so she can bring her lips right up to your-... shoulder. Over your shoulder. To meet the pull of Alcina’s body as her bountiful chest, soft and gentle, pins itself to the contours of your back. You can almost feel the heavy thump of her heart. 

“Kiss me, darling,” Alcina breathes quickly, her voice a deep pleasant rumble brushed against Larissa’s lips. They keep themselves inside of you, prolonging the ache in your body as they kiss. Slow and sensual, red lips opening and parting, pink tongues licking into each other with languid strokes. Eyes closed, suspended in bliss, throats bobbing with the most erotic moans. You can only watch, entranced and bewitched, as a strong shiver races down your spine. You quake in their shared hold and shift your gaze to see- Oh. Gold. Striking gold, glowing beneath a heavy lid, watching you with cloying amusement. It’s embarrassing to be seen in such a needy state, blushing and clenching and eager for whatever they can give you… you want to hide away, but you have nowhere to go. They’re so warm, so strong, and kissing so lovingly. 

Alcina’s eye closes as she loses herself in your other lover’s sweet mouth, and the desperation in your body only shoots to unbearable heights as the attention is stolen away.

“Please,” you whimper. Give it to me. Anything. Fuck me until I pass out and you can’t control yourselves anymore. Please. Anything. I love you. 

Larissa is the first to pull away. She’s slow, letting Alcina steal one last moan from her lungs, before she’s settling back onto her heels and licking the spit from her lips. Slow and appreciative. You figure they both taste like wine and sex and your body begins to squirm without much thought–completely taken by the envious nature that swells in your heart. 

Kiss me too. Please. Please, kiss me too. 

“Poor thing…,” your lover whispers, her breath like a cool balm against your heated skin. You nod immediately, trying to garner some appreciation, some sympathy, and lean your head back to rest on Alcina’s collarbone. She feels so strong behind you, still holding your legs without even a tremor in her forearms - and keeping you open for Larissa, who ducks to nuzzle against your neck. “Have we been neglecting you?” She asks in a murmur, the words flowing like individual pieces of silk from her cherry lips. 

You nod, quickly, and bring your hands up from your thighs to rest over her shoulders. A small tug has her settling closer, pressing so far into you that no space slips between your bodies. Chests kissing and hips locked, the sweat on her skin glistens beneath firelight. 

The hearth is proudly lit and burning away, flickering with shadows that dance across your sinful tango. Everything smells of perfume and sex and you’re eager to feel them moving again. Alcina is starting to hurt, aching so much within her nestled spot that you try to adjust - but her hands only dig into your thighs with renewed vigor. She doesn’t want you to escape. She doesn’t want you to leave. You feel the burn and you stay there for them, because tonight that’s your job. 

Larissa’s little pet. Alcina’s little fucktoy. That’s usually how it goes. 

And the sweet peck that the former gives you a moment later, lingering in the space between your eyebrows, sparks a little whimper to run from your throat. It’s a raw sound, betraying your need, and you watch as Larissa’s eyes soften. She is always so weak for you—never able to keep up the mean façade for very long. She can tease like a motherfucker, but the near punishing pace Alcina often sets is not something she can always adapt to. So she loves as she does now, kissing every bit of your face that she can reach, letting out soft moans that make your mouth water. And when you try moving to capture her lips, lazily twisting your head, she backs away. A terrible game of cat and mouse. A form of torture that has you in near tears because goddammit you just need them to DO something alread-

“Hngh!” A strained, choked sound, taken from the very depths of your eager soul, splits the heavy air.

It’s tinged with pain, overwhelmed with pleasure, as Alcina’s cock, in all of its big glory, drags out of your hole and slams back in.

“Fuck,” you hear her low murmur before the rest of her appreciation is drowned out by Larissa’s gasp. 

She’s clearly very sensitive, instantly shutting her eyes in undeniable bliss as the motions of your dance start up again. Alcina grinds easily, producing the dirtiest sounds as the meat of her thighs slaps against your ass. And no moan is stifled. No growl is hidden. She wants you to hear her. She knows how much it makes you throb, and when that happens, she knows it pleasures them both. And that’s part of it, of course. A common point of teasing. She pulls out certain reactions from you so you can please Larissa. Your sweet angel. Bucking her hips like she is now, a mad woman made by your own hands. White hair in disarray, chest painted in lipstick and light bruises, legs shaking with need. 

They stretch you so well… The perfect fits for your body. Even if it hurts. Even if, occasionally, you wince. It doesn’t matter. You’re just so warm… So easy… Constantly ready to drop to your knees if they ask. Always in the mood to give yourself up. It’s just as Alcina says:

“Such an eager little whore for your Mommies, aren’t you darling?” 

Yes. Yes, you are. 

“Mhm… Our pretty little cocksleeve…”

God, yes.

“Isn’t that right, Larissa? Such a good princess we have, hm?” 

The response is a deep purr. “Without a doubt, my love. So… oh gods, fuck… so obedient…”

Very. The most obedient. No choice but to be. Doesn’t matter. You’re a good princess. Best cocksleeve. All for them. Pretty Mommies…

Out there, you are more than this. You are something perhaps a bit more human. A bit more independently functional. You are expected to do things. Told to be mightier. Conditioned to work and provide and never rest.

But here… 

Oh here you are nothing but a means to an end. A hole to fill as your lovers, all red lips and aureate eyes crashing into sapphires, black and white hair in complete contrast, fuck you at their own paces. Staring at each other over your shoulder, hearts in their pupils, while they use you like the two-holed toy in between. Your pleas go unanswered. Your tears go unlicked.

They use your body like they’ve spent their whole lives waiting to. And your body accepts them. Eager for their care, their love, the heat that they want to fill you with.

“Cum with me, Larissa.” In your foggy haze, you hear Alcina pant. “Please,” she begs, a sweet sound you rarely get to hear, “Help me- hngfuckfuck- f-fill our little girl.” 

The term of endearment has you exploding in goosebumps, growing stiff with the amount of times your cunt squeezes around Larissa’s length in the span of only a few moments. It’s addicting, this position. This intimacy. The mind-numbing passion that follows in the wake of their rapid, eager thrusts. An easy tell for the bliss you’re about to feel. 

“Yes- yesyesyesyesyes!- Al-cina-!” Your fair-haired lover squeaks as she doubles over, presses her forehead into your neck, and pumps her hips erratically. The shiver flows through her veins and comes to a head, quick and hard, as she crumbles inside of you. 

Alcina, delighted by the show of those blue eyes rolling back in pleasure, follows without preamble. Her thrusts are mad, lost in their forgotten timing, and descend into short bursts of strength as she works herself all the way inside and finally gives into the electricity that floats into her body. 

The feeling of their breasts pressed to your front and back, heaving with the love you’ve given them, the Heaven that’s been taken, is enough to send you into a small orgasm of your own. It’s a weak pulse of your body, too tired and hazy to register anything but the thick warm cum that floods you. Spilling and spilling until you’re nearly certain that it’s all going to dribble out onto the length of their cocks as soon as they pull out, and then dirty the bedspread.

But really who gives a fuck about the bedspread? 

They’ll just buy another set, rich and expensive and softer than feathers. 

And then ruin that one too.

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Drops dead - Rip x

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Desire (36)

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Colby's POV two chapters in a row? Who is she lol

*Colby's POV*

The drive back to Leightons parents house was tense. You could just feel in the air that she had so much anxiety about whatever conversation was going through her head.

I held her hand in the car, glancing over at her every once in a while. "Would you like Starbucks?" I offered, knowing we were coming up on one. 

She shook her head and was confused when I pulled into the drive through anyway. I ordered myself a drink, getting her a small lemonade and cake pop. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me, "But I didn't want anything?" 

"If you don't drink it, Lexi will, and you're really going to tell me you won't eat the cake pop?"

She stayed quiet but happily grabbed the lemonade from me. I smirked to myself, placing my drink in the cupholder before driving away. I couldn't help but mentally gloat when she drank from her lemonade on our way back.

Leighton broke the silence when we were almost at her parents house, confusing me "I'm dreading tomorrow" she said out of nowhere, her inner thoughts finally being spoken aloud.

I glanced over at her, confused, "Why? You don't go home tomorrow"

"I have to take Gemma to see Gabe's parents since I'm" she made quotations with her hands, "in town"

"And that's dreadful, why?"

"Because they hate me" She grumbled, her distaste for his parents becoming extremely evident.

"I'm sure they don't hate you"

She scoffed, shaking her head, "You don't even know them. They always thought I was going to get Gabe into trouble, that I was bad for him... and then ya know, I got pregnant and tied him down" She rolled her eyes, "Not like he didn't ditch us to go to New York for Med School"

"So if they hate you, why are you going?"

"Because I'm trying to be the bigger person and let her see her grandparents" She muttered bitterly, making me let out a breathy chuckle and squeeze her hand. "Well I'm proud of you. Do you want Sam or I to come with you, or do you want to go by yourself?" I asked her to support her and show up if she wanted me to.

"I'll go by myself. They'll ask less questions. After all, I only plan to be there for lunch" She shrugged and I nodded, wishing his parents would go easier on her.

I pulled into their parents driveway, parking behind an unknown vehicle. I opened Leighton's door, asking her whose car that was. She said she wasn't sure, which only raised curiosity. When we walked inside, nothing seemed out of sorts. No extra pair of shoes, no bags, nothing. Downstairs was empty.

We slipped off our shoes, making our way upstairs. I waved at Lexi, passing her room where her and Macy were hanging out, Leighton popping her head into Lexi’s room, “Is the car yours?” She asked Macy, who nodded. “Well, congrats” Leighton smiled, moving to step out of the archway, ready to go find her parents. 

We heard voices come from her parents room, and the closer we reached their room, Lexi had bolted out of her bedroom, quick steps coming up behind us.

"Leigh, wait-" She tried, but it was too late.

"Mom?" Leighton gasped, rushing over towards her mothers bedside.

Both Gemma, Leighton's mom; and Sebastian, Leightons dad, widened their eyes, both having a deer in the headlights look, confirming that we had just walked in on something we weren't meant to see. Leighton then froze. "Fuck" She exhaled, my footsteps quickly taking me to her.

"Leighton, language!" Her father scolded, Leighton glaring.

"Don't talk to me about language! You lied to me!" She yelled, her fists clenched. 

I rested my hands on both sides of her arms, keeping her arms by her side. She looked like she wanted to strangle her father. I've never seen her this mad.

"We didn't lie to you" he denied, and I swear Leighton was going to explode.

She trashed against my body, trying to get her arms free from my hold as she yelled, "YOU DIDN'T LIE TO ME?" She yelled, completely enraged, "WELL YOU DIDN'T EXACTLY TELL ME MOM WAS SICK!" 

"Leighton-" her mom gasped, Leigh still moving against me, finally getting her arms free due to me not wanting to leave bruises on her arms. 

"No! What the hell! How long have you guys known?!"

"Leigh" Lexi spoke up, pushing past me to grab Leighton's arm.

"No! You knew too!" She shrugged Lexi off, Lexi stumbling into me.

"Woah" I braced her, stopping Lexi from falling over.

"How long have you known? What is she sick with? She didn't look like this last month!" Leighton spoke directly to her father, my hand tugging on the back of her elbow to give her more distance between her mothers Oxygen wire and the bed.

"Leighton, please" her father started but she shook her head.

"Tell me!" She demanded, quickly walking over to where her father was standing. 

"Leigh-" He sighed, and even I was starting to get annoyed.

What was going on? And why was it a big secret?

"TELL ME!"

"Her cancer is back baby, and it's terminal" 

The whole room went silent. 

My eyes widened, Leighton's body tensed, Lexi held her breath and Sebastian had a look of sympathy.

"How long have you known?" She whispered and I immediately moved to stand next to her, ready to catch her if she were to fall.

"Leigh-" he tried, but she shook her head. 

"HOW LONG" She demanded again, her hands starting to shake. 

"Since before you left for Italy" he answered her, sounding extremely defeated and full of remorse. 

Leighton was dead silent. No one uttered a single word. 

I didn't know what I expected her to do, but her rushing out of the room wouldn't have been one of my first picks.

I wanted to say so many things to her father, but I knew I needed to stand by her side right now, so with a harsh glare at her father, I quickly spun around, following Leighton down the hallway to the stairs, calling after her.

"Leave me alone Colby!" She called out, her voice shaking.

I leaned against the wall, watching her quickly turn around the banister, leaving my point of view. 

I sighed, my head hitting the wall out of frustration.

"Where did she go?" Lexi asked, my eyes opening to see the desperation in her eyes.

"I don't know. Leave her alone for a minute Lex"

"But-"

"Lexi, just give her a minute" I exhaled through my nose, something dawning on me, "Where is Gemma?" 

She gave me a weird look, "With Macy, in my room. I was babysitting her"

I nodded, pushing myself off the wall and heading towards Lexi's room, spotting Macy sitting on the floor, a laptop in front of her with Gemma passed out on a blanket on the floor.

Why is our child asleep on the floor?

"Where is her crib?" I questioned, Macy's head snapping up at the sound of my voice.

"Uh" She stuttered, Lexi walking into the room, answering "Downstairs"

"Why didn't they tell her?" I decided to ask, ignoring the fact that Gemma was passed out on Lexi's carpet. "I mean... honestly, what the hell? It's been two months" I expressed, turning around to face Lexi.

"I.. I..I.." She stuttered before exhaling, "I don't know" in defeat, which appears to be a common feeling around here.

"Couldn't come up with a good enough lie?" I asked harshly, watching hurt flash against her eyes, forgetting she also has been living with the fact that her mother has a terminal illness.

"It's not just Leighton who is suffering Colby! My mother is dying too! It's not always about her!" She snapped, surprising me.

"Lexi-"

"No! You don't get to walk into MY home and yell at ME for not telling MY sister that OUR mother is sick! It wasn't my place!"

"You're her sister!" I interrupted, surprised I was actually arguing with my girlfriend's sister.

"How did you expect that conversation to go? Text? FaceTime? Phone call? Like oh, by the way, our mother is dying! See you maybe at Christmas! She lives across the country, Colby!"

"She deserves to know!" I argued back, Gemma starting to fuss in the background, catching my attention.

I let out a hard exhale, knowing Gemma needed to stay asleep.

"I know you're suffering too, and I'm sorry that you guys are having to go through this.. I'm just.." I paused, running my hand through my hair, "This is the last thing she needs right now" 

Lexi immediately caught what I said, concern evident on her face as she asked, "What's going on Colby?" letting me know that I might have just fucked up.

Has Leighton not told them? Am I allowed to talk about it? God I hated secrets. 

"Her plates been too full lately.. it's just another thing that is going to add onto her stress"

"So we're all keeping secrets now?" She asked, confusing me.

"Hm?"

Lexi shook her head, rubbing at her eye which made me internally smile.

That's something Leighton did all the time, and it was cute to see her sister also had that habit.

"We used to be so close" She sighed, walking past me, taking a seat at her desk.

"Lex-"

"I don't understand..."

"Understand what?"

"Where I went wrong" She looked up at me from her desk, her eyes having tears in them.

I gave her a sympathetic look as I said, "Lexi" but having no idea where to go from there. I felt bad, but I had no idea how to fix it. It wasn't my problem to fix, I just wish I could at least help.

"She's my big sister Colby, and I feel like I barely even know her" She confessed, rubbing at her eyes to get rid of the threatening tears. 

"Lexi, she's still your sister" Macy chimed in, reminding me that she was still there.

"Doesn't feel like it" She muttered, and I felt awkward. I felt like I was listening in on a conversation I wasn't meant to hear. 

"Hey, I need to go find Leighton" I announced, not wanting to just abandon her.

"It's fine" She sniffled, making me feel bad.

"I just need to make sure she's okay, and then..." I paused, debating in my head if this was a good idea or not, "Do you uh.. want me to send her up? Do you want to talk to her?" I asked, Lexi shrugging without a reply.

I decided it was best to let it go, and let her just sit in her feelings for a moment, quietly thanking Macy for caring for Gemma before slipping out of Lexi's room.

I found Leighton five minutes later, sat in the background, her hand brushing over the blades of grass.

"Hey" I spoke softly, announcing my presence. "Can I join you?" I asked and she nodded, so I took a seat. "Want to talk about it, or do you just want to sit here for a minute?" 

She shrugged, staying silent just like Lexi had which made me chuckle, Leighton looking over at me weirdly.

"Sorry, you just remind me a lot of your sister today" 

"Oh" She replied quietly, her hand still messing with the grass.

I could tell she had been crying, her cheeks red and puffy, but there weren't any more tears falling and I wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

"Why can't she just be better?" She asked quietly, breaking my heart.

"I don't know baby, I'm sorry" 

"I just... she's my mom, you know?" 

I nodded, staying quiet. 

"G won't even get to know her" 

"Some people live years Leigh" I chimed in, trying to be the one who was glass half full.

"Unlikely" She muttered, her hand stopping its movement, coming up to her face to wipe at her nose.

"What is your biggest concern?" I asked, trying to remember tips I had gotten from my therapist about communication.

With starting a new relationship with Leighton, she's definitely been quite the topic in my therapy sessions lately. I knew we both sucked at communication, and it's usually my fault, so I had been trying to be more aware of that lately, not wanting to be the one to fuck things up for us, but I was also learning ways I could help her open up more. 

I had expressed during one of my sessions that it bothered me that I had no idea how to help her when she did close herself off, so it was nice to at least try and exercise the tips and tricks I was given, in hopes that it would help us as a whole in getting through something as terrifying as her mother having a terminal illness.

It's not everyday that life slaps you in the face with that kind of news, but I wanted to at least be prepared to try and help, and not constantly feel like I was making things worse.

"That I won't be here when she dies" She confessed, surprising me that she actually answered.

"Leighton it could be years" I reminded her, hating that she was already worrying about being away from her mom when it would ultimately happen.

She turned her head to look at me, her harsh tone breaking the calm aroma, "But what if it isn't? — and even if it was, I want to spend every waking moment with her Colby! She's quite literally a ticking time bomb, and that fucking sucks! It sucks so bad!" She started to whine, a cry sneaking up on her tone. "I just.... I'm losing everything! Logan is away risking his life, Cynthia is distancing herself from me, Aaliyah is hard to reach most times and now my mom is dying!"

I said the first thing that came to mind, "I'm sorry" not having any idea of how to comfort her in this situation.

"And I fucking hate that she's dying, and I hate that Gemma won't grow up with her grandmother.. her namesake! Her fucking legacy!" she exclaimed, her voice getting louder. "She won't have any memories of my mom.. and it sucks. It sucks so fucking bad that the person I named my daughter after, my daughter won't remember!"

"I'm sorry" I repeated, starting to feel like a broken record.

"And they've known for two months?! And didn't fucking tell me! They kept this HUGE secret for months!" 

"I'm so sorry Leigh"

"I just..." her voice started to wobble as she tried to keep it together, failing miserably as her voice cracked when she spoke, "I want Logan to come home" she sniffled, "and I want my mom... my mom to be okay" she breathed, trying to keep her tears at bay, "and... and I want Gem.. Gemma-" her voice shaking, Leighton gulping down her choking sob, "to have a good.. a good life... and.. a family. I want her to have a family. I wish.." She exhaled, wiping the fallen tears away, "I want Gabe to be here, to help.. to be a dad..." she paused, sniffling and wiping at her nose, throwing her head back with her eyes tightly shut, "I'm tired of being alone" She confessed, her head dropping back down in exhaustion. "I don't want to be alone"

It was pure agony to watch, every bone in my body wanted to hold her, but I wasn't sure if she wanted to be touched her not, her breathing becoming heavier as she tried even harder to pull herself together.  

I gave into the urge, shuffling closer to her and pulling her into my chest, her body falling into my arms. "You're not alone, Leighton. I know that in your head family is different from friends, and I understand how much this sucks.. but you're not alone" I reassured her, wishing I could fix this. "I'm sorry you're having to go through this at all, let alone right now" 

I listened to her cry, feeling helpless and wishing I could snap my fingers and fix everything, but life doesn't work like that and it was completely unfair.

"I'm not saying this is the answer but it is an option, you can always move back"

"But I like living in Minnesota" 

"And you can always go back" I reassured her, our eyes finally meeting, my heart breaking seeing how torn she looked.

"But I can't afford it, and I know you say I can always move back in... but I hate it here. I hate the weather, I hate the people, I hate how there are so many residents but it's hard to get a job, I hate how expensive everything is. I don't want Gemma to grow up here-" She started rambling, pushing herself away from me.

"But Leigh, your family is here. Your friends are here and you can always move back.Wecan always move back. Plus, you'll be back in California and it will make getting your record expunged easier. If you want a job, I'm sure Sam and I could hire you. I know you're Miss Independence, but you don't have to work right now. We can support you" 

"But I don't want to-" She started to interrupt, but I shook my head, cutting her off. 

"I know you don't want to depend on us, but for right now it might be the best choice. Yes, you're independent and we know that. We know you're not using us etcetera.. but it makes sense to come back home for a while, and we can always move. I mean, Sam and I were even talking about relocating at some point" I informed her, catching her attention.

Her brow furrowed, eyeing me, "Relocating? You just moved"

"Not right away, but at some point. We can talk about this later, I'm just saying there are options. You're not stuck"

"I don't want to be a freeloader" She expressed, her fingers wiping under her eye near her waterline.

"You're not being a freeloader. Hell, I'll even rent a house for you if you want to be on your own. Let me help, please" I begged, trying to reason with her.

It was in bright bold letters as for what we should do, but she was too stubborn to give it any real thought.

"But I'm finally making a life for myself there" She frowned, her internal battle showing on her face.

"And we're all so proud of you, but sometimes life has other plans and we have to adapt. I understand you're mad at them... and I am too, but it isn't worth it. Yes, they should have told you, but we know now.. so now we need to figure out what you want to do. You said you wanted to hang out with her more, so why would you move back to Minnesota, far away from her?"

She sighed, letting out a groan as she replied, "But I just moved there! It was a bitch to do too! I don't want to do that again" 

"So don't"

"What?"

"Don't move, just stay"

"What do you mean"

"keep your stuff there, stay here, and eventually go back"

"But it could be years Colby! I highly doubt my aunt and uncle want my crap in their house for years without me living there"

"Well, what do you want to do then?" 

"I don't know!" She whined, hiding her face in her hands.

"You don't have to make any decisions right now, but at least think about it. You still need to talk to your mom and dad, and Lexi wants to talk to you-"

"Why?" she spoke over me.

"And I'm sure Gemma needs to eat soon" I finished, before my brain registered her question, "Lexi is pretty uh.. upset at you, I guess"

"Why?"

I shrugged, shifting my weight onto my elbow, my elbow digging into my thigh. "She said something about everyone being secretive"

Leighton sighed, making her way to stand up, offering me her hand which made me laugh.

"There is no way in hell you're helping me up"

"Believe in me Colby!" 

"I do believe in your baby, but it's just plain physics that this isn't going to work" I snickered, earning a glare.  

I decided to humor her, letting her grab my hands and attempt to pull me up.

"Jesus christ-" She grunted, "How much do you weigh?!"

"Hey, that's rude!"

"Lay off the taco bell Colby, damn" She huffed, letting go of my hands.

"It's all muscle!" I defended, pushing myself up off the ground.

"Whatever you say big guy" She teased, a smile on her lips as I engulfed her in a hug. 

"You're being mean" I mumbled against her hair, kissing the side of her head.

"I've had a hard day, I'm allowed to be mean" She grinned, knowing she was going to get away with it.

"You have had a hard day" I hummed in agreement, "but it's going to be okay, and you have a lot of people who care about you and are here for not only you, but your family" I reminded her, her eyes keeping contact with mine. "Now let's go find Gemma, make sure she's taken care of before we go tackle your family. We're in this together Leighton, it's going to be okay"

I went to pull away, ready to walk into the house, when she kept her hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me down into a kiss.

When she pulled away, her hands held my jaw, making sure I was looking at her as she said "I would love to say those three little words... but I need time, but for now.. just know that the feeling is there. I care so much about you Colby, and I don't deserve you, or your kindness. Thank you for always being there for me." she said softly, placing another sweet kiss against my lips before pulling away and leaving me there dumbfounded, replaying her words in my head.

Those three little words...

I love you. 

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Thoughts and opinions?

Written on: November 16th, 18th, 19th 2022

Word Count: 3.6k

Part Thirty Seven

[sas-soulwriter]

No to overwriting

In my last post, I mentioned things you don't need to worry about when writing your first book, including going into excessive detail.

Today, I want to dive deeper into one of those aspects: the idea that you don't overwrite in your first draft.

When you're embarking on the exciting journey of crafting your first book, it's easy to get caught up in the desire to make every sentence perfect, every dialogue sparkling, and every description exquisitely detailed. While these are certainly important elements of great writing, they don't need to be perfected in your initial draft.

Here's why:

Flow and Creativity: Your first draft is where the magic happens. It's where your creativity flows freely, and the story unfolds without restrictions. Overthinking and overwriting can disrupt this natural flow and stifle your creative voice. First drafts are for doing. For getting the idea down!

Stress Reduction: Focusing too much on perfection in the first draft can be stressful and overwhelming. It might even discourage you from continuing. Remember, it's okay to let your ideas flow without immediate scrutiny.

Revision Comes Later: Writing is a process, and revision is a critical part of it. You'll have ample opportunity to refine and improve your work in subsequent drafts. This is the stage where you can fine-tune sentences, fix grammar, and add the right level of detail.

Progress Over Perfection: The goal of your first draft is to get your ideas down on paper. It's more about progress than perfection. Don't let the pursuit of perfection hinder your progress as a writer.

Happy writing!

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What Could Have Been on Weds, I am gonna try and do these on Tuesdays!

SPOILERS Ahead! For Chapter 13!

Astarion hadn’t expected such swiftness from her; he had envisioned her drawing it out—turning it into a game. But the boldness of her action struck him like a spark to tinder, igniting a primal hunger within him. His eyes roved over her, unabashedly drinking in every curve, every shadow. “Very good,” he murmured, his grin widening, his gaze darkening with unspoken promises. “But I’m afraid that’s only the beginning... I want all of it, pet.” Sima leaned back further into the chair, draping her legs over one of the arms, her body arching in a languid stretch that was as provocative as it was defiant. Her hair spilled down one side, her back curving elegantly against the chair’s cushion. “Oh... I suppose you mean this last, inconvenient scrap of lace.” She gestured to the thin black thong at her hips, a teasing smile curling her lips. “I might take it off... perhaps. Or maybe,” she purred, eyes locking onto his with a tantalizing glint, “you should come over here and use those pretty teeth of yours.”

Chapter 13 drops tomorrow! Weds Sept 11 2024 Chapters on Tumblr: Prologue, 1 , 2 , 3 , Interlude, 4 , 5 , 6, 7, 8 , 9 , 10 Interlude 2 , 11 , 12

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Johns rebellion (original storey)

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Friends of light (bbc merlin fic)

"I'm alright, just lost in my thoughts " she admitted softly, lips forming a sad smile and her gaze clearing itself of dark memories. Her old friends turned torwards the mantle and bathed its pictures in tones of canary yellow and white. Her parents face's looked back, face's she now had a hard time looking at, but wouldn't let herself forget.

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hi i'm chels! -- 18 yrs old

forever residing in the sailor moon and aphmau fandom, with a few others i dabble with

i love to write! i've begun the migration from quotev and i have a few fics on there. :,) always listening to olivia rodrigo, laufey, sabrina carpenter, or chappell roan dante is forever my love <3

❝ before i went and fell in love with you... ❞

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(A Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader ~1.5K Word Oneshot) (NSFW: G!P; Face-Fucking; Lewd Language; Praise; Mommy Kink)

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Fuck, she felt good.

So good.

So heavenly. So right.

Even in the state she was in, moaning and huffing and growling with desire, head thrown back with her eyes bared to the ceiling. As though she was thanking the gods for your body and the pleasure you were willing to give her. No. Not give her. The pleasure you were willing to give up. That she was willing to take. Grasping your head in the way that she was, her knuckles turning red and bruised with the way she wedged them between your hair and the wall. Digging her fingers into your locks as though she’d make it to your skull if she pressed hard enough. Just keeping you there. Keeping you just right.

“Don’t move,” she panted earlier, her accent coming second to the raspy husk of her tone. So deep in pleasure she was- so lost to her own instincts.

Your poor lover. Your dear Larissa. She’d regret being so rough in a few hours, when you have trouble moving your neck and your throat is raw and scratchy - but you’ll comfort her as you always do and tell her that if she asked to do it again in a few days, you wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.

As it were, she didn’t even ask. The situation simply fell into both sets of your hands. Your pretty darling, unable to take care of herself after she got ready for the banquet, nearly out the door when the mental image of you in lingerie had her stumbling back to the bed and nearly ripping off her panties with haste to take her ecstasy into her own hands. And then you, walking into the room to grab her and greet the guests, only to find her on the side of the bed, rutting against her slim pretty fingers. She looked beautiful in her sweet flush-cheeked glory, but her palm was slippery and clumsy and she hadn’t gotten herself off in so long that you just had to help. How cruel it would have been to leave her like that.

And so, as you teased, came the escalation.

And so, as you moaned around her length, the true admittance of desire.

And so, your head pressed against the wall, your legs trembling and spread out in front of you, and the weight of her cock pressed against the back of your throat. Bullying it to bruise as she pumped her hips with unmatched strength and then held you there, her plush thighs quivering when your lips and nose pressed to the light curls at the base of her cock. Sheathing herself inside you, using you with a pathetic amount of need. Doubled over at the waist and eyes rolling back with an overwhelming- burning- amount of pleasure once your body’s instincts kick in and your throat squeezes the sensitive curve of her shaft. Constricting around her to the point where it makes you both ache and it makes your chest stutter and she’s forced to wrench herself away while pushing your head back against her fingertips, even though there’s nowhere else for you to go. Huffing and puffing and breathing so deeply while she watches you gasp for breath and shiver.

Eyes meeting while the spit from the red of your lips and the pink tip of her cock only spiderwebs and dips - not even destroyed by gravity before she’s pushing herself forward again and pressing herself to your mouth; waiting with desperate wanting eyes as you recover and open yourself up for her again. And again. And again - and again - and again. Over and over and over. Until your vision is blurred with tears, and your face is warm and stiff from some long dried and some still falling, collecting by your chin to mix with the drool that spills from your lips. A steady stream of your devotion, given and taken willingly - with enthusiastic consent as she pushed you against the wall and lined you up with her cock and you nearly fell over the edge on the spot; happy to help your darling lover. Happy to have her want you. Happy to please her and listen to her whines as she feels herself get close.

“P-please- right there- yes. T-take it. Take it. Deeper. Yesss.” Arching her back and clenching the muscles in her legs, making you moan with appreciation at the feel of her strength beneath your hands. Palms running over her calves and her shins and her thighs, desperate to make her feel good- so good. And letting your own eyes close when she leans over and whimpers, trying to control her breathing long enough to praise you. To tell you-

“Good- ungh- girl - fuck, oh gods- so- so good to me- f-for me… for- Mo-Mommy!” Both of your bodies humming with pure delight when she gives herself her honorable title, inhaling on a sharp breath before the most erotic moan slips out of her perfectly painted mouth. Red lips opening and closing, white teeth pressing together, hissing and growling as you tug her closer and keep her cock in your throat; the weight of it pressed to your tongue, the feel of it against the roof of your mouth as you try to swallow. All of it heavenly and soft and something divine as she slows down and eases herself in as far as she can go- until your chin brushes the softness of her balls and the tip of your nose prods the ticklish curls near her groin.

“Through your nose, darling,” she speaks slowly, softly, her beautiful chest rising and falling with short breaths as you do as told and take a moment to fight through the instinctive urge to gag. Allowing time to slow as you keep your eyes on hers and watch her nod while a slow smile crawls across her lips- unspoken praise falling from her as she hears and sees the way you inhale, inhale, inhale, hold it, and then exhale, exhale, exhale - your throat working around her cock while you train yourself to take it.

Always.

Any day.

Anywhere.

Your lower back numb from the feeling of sitting on the floor for so long, your panties ruined beyond belief as you leak and twitch and throb in tandem with your lover’s body, your brain fuzzy and your throat sore and your ears kind of ringing - but finding none of it matters when she looks down at you with wide eyes and feels you moan around her length and is suddenly pressing you so close, so hard, that you can’t breathe at all.

Drooling and groaning and whimpering as she pumps herself into your warm mouth, hips moving like mad with unchecked desire as her breath catches in her throat.

“Oh baby- baby I’m gonn- gonna- fuck darl-ing. Momm-Mommy’s gonna- gonna cum- please- pleasepleaseplease- please let me-”

And you don’t even hesitate to nod, using your tongue to lap at the sides of her pretty cock as she moves, silently begging her to cum down your throat- hard and fast and pleasurable enough to see fucking stars- as tears build in your eyes. Blinking them away quickly, your nails digging into her thighs, your body in flames with ecstasy as she meets your gaze and her lips fall open and she whimpers your name in a small squeak while the thick of her cock twitches. Spasms. Folded over you, forehead nearly pressed to the wall, as she keeps you there- keeps you there- keeps you there-

-yes!

Yes!

Fuck Larissa! Fuck you feel so- so- good- god yes!

And a fulfilling, satisfying warmth spills down the back of your throat, fast and thick as she shudders and groans and feels the way you constrict around her when you swallow it all without pause. Like it’s second nature, taking it like your life’s fucking duty, such a good little cockslut for Larissa Weems as you close your eyes and ignore the tears and the drool and the burn and the numb and the desire and instead focus on the way she finally breathes with unparalleled relief. Knowing her sweet girl is there to take her cum whenever she wants- to feel her in her throat or around her fingers or her tongue or resting on her lips- always eager to be of service. To be a good girl and take your Mommy like the desperate little whore you are. Her chest filling with breath while the last of her climax runs through her body; her pretty cock twitching and throbbing with aftershocks until the last of her cum is lapped up and you’re pushing against her thighs - telling her with as much kindness as you can for her to step back so you don’t pass out. And when she does, shivering and taking her hands away from your head and gently leaning it against the wall to slide stray bits of hair back behind your ears, your own chest heaves with delight. Grateful for the air, savoring the last of her in your mouth- salty and human and all hers, and happy to remove your shaking hands from her thighs so you can reach up and wipe the spit from your mouth.

“You did so well for me darling,” you hear her hum a moment later. “You always do.”

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My fucking dream come true. Have a good day. Love you lots. - Rip x

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(Too tired for tags today sorry darlings)

[mysticraven20]

Hello, there☺️I just want to say that I really love love love your fanfiction. It's just the right amount of everything. How do you do it? What fuels you to power that story through? I have been thinking about writing MLB fanfic... I'm probably not that great but at least it will be something to do to support Miraculous, right? Now, I'm rambling, sorry😅

Thank you for the message! And thank you so so much for reading 🩷 it means a lot to hear people enjoy what I write.

I adore romcoms with banter so I think the more I read myself the more ideas keep popping up. I love throwing the characters into crazy situations (Hello, The Situationship) and giving them a HEA!

A lot of the time, my one shots come from when I need a break from writing my long fic 😆 mixing it up can help reset my brain!

[lexissrosea]

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𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐆𝐮𝐧: 𝐌𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

all i need. [Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem! Reader] chicken pot pie. [Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Fem! Reader]

𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐮 // 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

Alexis' Years: Beneath the Thorns [PDH Laurance Zvahl x OC] — ON QUOTEV Alexis' Diaries: The Forgotten Flora [MCD Laurance Zvahl x OC] — ON QUOTEV

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ . . .

❝ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐜; 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❞

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pic. credit to @twime

[sammyotome]

what sex__ Xiaolumi - Genshin Impact [text story]

[arcadiaisle]

Chapter 1: Arrival on Dueling Island

Word Count: 1,615 Rating: PG Summary: Briar Yui, a 14-year-old orphan, leaves her foster shelter behind to venture to Dueling Island, where Duel Monsters competitions offer a chance to make a living.

Briar Yui leaned against the rail of the large cruise vessel, gazing out at the endless expanse of ocean. The wind tugged at her long black ponytail, whipping it into the salty air as she tried to focus on the horizon. Her big brown eyes traced the faint outline of land in the distance, knowing that the next few hours would change her life. She felt a nervous excitement stir within her as the ship carried her closer to Dueling Island.

Fourteen years old and on her own, Briar had left her foster shelter months ago after reading an article online about the island—a place where anyone could make a living, legally or illegally, through Duel Monsters. It was the opportunity she needed to survive, to build a life for herself beyond the foster system that had never felt like home. She had saved every penny, skipped meals, and even pawned a few items to afford a ticket to this strange, dangerous place.

As she clutched the metal rail, the boat swayed gently in the waves. The brochure had painted a simple picture: pay a deposit, take a few tests, and you’re in. But rumors hinted at darker possibilities—whispers of duels that could cost players more than just their cards. A chill ran down Briar’s spine as she recalled these warnings. “Losing might mean your life,” she muttered to herself. The thought of her own mortality was unsettling, but she quickly shook her head. No turning back now. She had no family, no safety net. The island was her chance to carve out a future, and she wouldn’t let fear stop her.

As she drifted deeper into thought, the sounds of the ship’s passengers filled her ears. The cruise vessel was massive, carrying over 500 people—men, women, and people of all ages. Some were veterans, seasoned duelists who had mastered their strategies. Others, like Briar, were new, their eyes wide with hope or fear as they prepared to test their luck on the island.

A sudden shout broke her reverie. “The fck you looking at? Mind your fckin’ business!” Briar’s head snapped up as a teenage girl stormed past her, fury etched across her tear-streaked face. The girl, probably around sixteen, had brown hair and pale skin with big, blue eyes that were still wet from crying. She glared at the passengers gawking at her, daring them to say something. Her voice was shaky, but her anger was fierce.

Briar, caught off guard, averted her eyes. She didn’t know what the argument had been about, but she felt a pang of sympathy for the girl as she stomped away. The girl’s outburst was a raw reminder of the vulnerability everyone on this ship shared. No matter how tough they acted, most of them were likely terrified, just like Briar.

The hours crawled by as the ship approached the island, but soon, the distant shape became clearer. Dueling Island loomed ahead, encased in a strange, divine bubble that shimmered like a mirage. The bubble wasn’t just for show—Briar knew it was designed to keep the game’s monsters inside and the outside world safe from the chaos within. It also trapped the players, though, keeping them in until they either won or lost.

As the ship passed through the barrier, Briar felt a sudden surge of energy pulse through her body, sharp and electric. It wasn’t painful, but it made her catch her breath as if the air had grown heavier for just a second. She stared wide-eyed as the ship finally docked, the immense island now stretched before her. The sight was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

Once on land, Briar joined the line at the registration tent, her heart thudding in her chest. The process was brisk and impersonal. A few signatures, a quick scan of her Duel Monsters knowledge, and then she was in. “Briar Yui,” she said, giving her name as she stepped up to the official in charge.

Before she could process what happened next, a bright flash enveloped her. She was no longer standing at the registration desk but had been teleported to a grassy field, disoriented but still standing. The game had already begun. She glanced down at her left hand, where a silver ring now rested on her finger. It was simple yet elegant, gleaming under the sunlight. She turned it over, examining it closely. This was her key to everything—her deck, her cards, her abilities. Everything was controlled through this ring.

“No tutorial, huh?” she muttered, her lips curling into a slight frown. There had been no explanation, no guide, just instant immersion into the island’s system. She wasn’t even sure what to do next.

She wandered aimlessly for what felt like hours, stumbling through the open fields until she spotted a small town in the distance. Relief washed over her as she made her way toward it. The streets were bustling with activity—shops filled with players buying and selling cards, clothing, food, and even equipment. NPCs manned most of the stalls, their expressions frozen in the same friendly smiles, while the real players, identifiable by their rings, moved through the crowds with determination or desperation.

Briar’s stomach growled, but she ignored it. She had money, but food wasn’t her priority. She needed cards—without them, she was just another lost player.

As she neared the town square, a sudden commotion drew her attention. Two duelists had squared off in the middle of the plaza, and a crowd had gathered to watch. Briar hesitated, then joined the onlookers. The tension between the two players was palpable.

“BOOK—OPEN!” one of them shouted, and Briar’s eyes widened as a large, glowing book materialized in front of him. His deck emerged from its pages, shimmering with energy.

His opponent did the same, summoning their own book, and within moments, the duel was underway. Monsters roared to life, fierce and lifelike, as cards clashed and abilities activated with each turn. It was everything Briar had imagined and more. The power, the stakes—it all felt so real.

The duelists moved with precision, issuing commands as their monsters fought with devastating attacks. Briar watched in awe, taking mental notes of the mechanics and strategies. This was how the game was played on the island. There were no second chances, no do-overs. Each move had to be perfect, or it could cost you everything.

The duel ended with one final, crushing blow, and the defeated player slumped to their knees, their life points drained to zero. Briar let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “So that’s how it works,” she whispered. The ring… the book… and the monsters.

She felt a mixture of excitement and dread. Could she really handle this? Could she win?

After the duel, Briar wandered into a nearby card shop. She didn’t have a deck yet, and without cards, she couldn’t even participate in a duel. The shop was packed with options—monsters, spells, abilities—but most of the good monster cards were either out of stock or far too expensive for her meager budget. She browsed the shelves, feeling a little overwhelmed.

As she was about to leave, something caught her eye. Tucked away in the corner of a dusty shelf was a card with a single word written on it: Rose.

Curious, Briar picked it up. The card seemed simple enough—no flashy design, no glowing edges like the others. But something about it intrigued her. “Rose?” she muttered, turning it over in her hands. What could a card like this do? Why was it here, hidden among the more powerful cards?

Briar knew she had to start somewhere, and maybe this card was the beginning of her journey. She tucked it into her jacket pocket and walked out of the shop, her mind racing with possibilities.